"Fellow Daoist Brothers, do not be misled!"
The One Yuan Ancestor Master eyed the Combat Great Saint, Bai Changqing, and Situ Zhan—all blocked—and cast a harsh gaze upon the two ancestors of Shang River and East Sea.
"One Yuan Fellow Daoist cultivates the 'Jiuzhen Sword Dao.' Thirteen thousand years ago in that battle, this old dragon was only able to experience seven of your restraints."
"Today, a rare opportunity presents itself, and I wish to experience the remaining two restraints."
"Please, do not withhold your teachings."
The voice of the West Sea Ancestor boomed, his hand gripping a Golden Light Sword, devoid of even a wisp of smoke or dust. He approached the One Yuan Ancestor Master and thrust the sword forward, blocking his path.
"Utterly oblivious to the weight of the situation!"
